Indeed, everything unfolded just as Jieyin and Zhunti had anticipated.
From then on, Luohu showed not a shred of mercy.
After slaughtering over a hundred Buddhist School disciples with a single thrust, his dark purple figure abruptly vanished from where he stood, dissipating into the void like a wisp of a ghost.
He moved so fast that even Jieyin and Zhunti's divine sense could catch only a lingering afterimage.
In the blink of an eye.
On the other side of Vulture Peak, that dark purple figure appeared again.
The same God-Slaying Spear in hand, the same sky-swallowing killing intent, the same utter lack of mercy!
Squelch!
Another sweep of his spear. Wherever its radiance passed, dozens of Buddhist School disciples shattered in an instant. A rain of blood burst forth again, staining that stretch of sky an even deeper crimson.
And this was only the beginning.
Luohu's figure was like a shadow of death darting through the skies above Vulture Peak, now left, now right, now above, now below. Every appearance brought the icy radiance of the God-Slaying Spear and the dying screams of dozens, even hundreds, of Buddhist School disciples.
A murderous chill gripped all of Vulture Peak, piercing to the bone.
The dark purple demonic qi that pervaded heaven and earth mingled with a sickeningly thick stench of blood, shrouding this sacred Buddhist School sanctuary, which should have been bathed in Buddha light and solemn holiness, in deathly silence and despair.
Bang...
Bang...
Bang...
One muffled impact after another erupted across Vulture Peak.
Each faint sound marked the instant a ray of God-Slaying Spear radiance struck.
And each faint sound meant that one, several, or even dozens of Buddhist School disciples had perished, their lives and cultivation extinguished.
Among those disciples were golden immortals who had cultivated for